Mystery and Crime Poetry posted October 30, 2014

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a Gothic tale from Yorkshire vales

Was it a Werewolf?

by mfowler

When skull of ox and sheep align,
exposed by rain on windy moor,
a virgin's blood has soaked this shrine;
her life cut short by madman's lure.
Two hundred years have passed since then.
Eleven shrines had scarred the scene.
One woman's name, not other ten
revealed a beast - till then not seen.
Young Cora Crowe of Scarborough
went rambling 'cross the summer moors.
Her chaperone, Aunt Barbara
returned alone; foul play, the cause.
Dear Cora wandered near the edge
of bog where flowers grew untamed.
They found a posy, sundew and sedge,
bootprints in heather, red and stained.
The aunt was near and witnessed all,
as monster snatched her niece away.
She saw the flashing blade, the fall.
Heard Cora scream - the madman's prey.
Description vague, a man, a beast
its head hirsute, its body lean.
Was Cora, to be virgin feast?
Another victim, guiltless teen.
Police and locals searched for days.
Footprints gave little clue to where
the monster man of recent days
had dragged his victim to a lair.
Poor Cora's case was buried then
and legends spawned from gruesome tales.
It mattered naught if fake or ken.
The moors had werewolves in the vales.
Six months passed; winter rains revealed
the skull of ox and sheep aligned
on stony slopes besides a field.
Poor Cora lost, to Hell consigned.
The killings, grisly ritual,
and werewolf legends did abound.
The killings thought habitual
to satiate half-man, half-hound.
On western coast at Gretna Green,
a distant cousin of Miss Crowe's,
swore he saw in a wedding scene,
his cousin wed a man he knows.

Told police, 'Twas in bed asleep.
The lamps at vicar's were alight.
I crept out, thought I'd take a peep.
Saw happy couple; what a fright.
There, right before my own sweet eyes
was Reverend Blake from Scarborough.
A charlatan all folks despised,
especially Aunt Barbara.
The townsfolk say he preached the word
to gather girls for lech'rous play.
He'd chased young Cora, so I heard.
Her aunt paid him to stay away.
Our Cora was s'posed to be dead.
I was in delicate distress.
The drink was why I'd been in bed.
I couldn't stop the wedding mess.'
The chronicle of Gretna Green
may clarify a ruse most gory.
A charlatan, a smitten teen.
Who'd believe such a drunken story?
What of ten other missing girls
the sheep and oxen shrines revealed?
Mythic werewolves remain unfurled,
and tragic virgin truths concealed.


Werewolves are humanoid carnivores, the ultimate combination of wolves and humans. They feed on prey found nearby, often humans. Not known for ritualistic killings.

Scarborough is a town on the North Sea coast of North Yorkshire, England.

The North York Moors is a national park in North Yorkshire, England. The moors is one of the largest expanses of heather moorland in the United Kingdom.

noun: vale; plural noun: vales

a valley (used in place names or as a poetic term).
"the Vale of Glamorgan"

Sedges are a grouping of plants that are suited to growing in wet, boggy areas.

Sundews are a genus of carnivorous plants which usually live in wet habitats where the acidic conditions limit the amount of nutrients they can extract from the soil...note ironic link to werewolf
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